Only about two hours of sleep under my belt the night before, andI'm caught in an hour+ of traffic.
I yawn escapes me. A loud yawn. I find myself raising the volume of the yawn, raising it's magnitude, trying to purge the fatigue from myself.
Suddenly, I found myself screaming.
Screaming... not yawning...
It felt good...
I thought, "Yeah... fuck... when was the last time...
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I yawn escapes me. A loud yawn. I find myself raising the volume of the yawn, raising it's magnitude, trying to purge the fatigue from myself.
Suddenly, I found myself screaming.
Screaming... not yawning...
It felt good...
I thought, "Yeah... fuck... when was the last time...
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Last night, my brain felt like a bee hive. Now, my brain is shriveled. Overcooked... stewing in doubt-flavored ichor. Bitter fluid that flows into all the cavities where the diseased parts of my brain have atrophied.
All the insecurities with a specific gravity equal to or less that that of doubt bob to the surface of my thoughts.
Archimedes couldn't measure the human capacity for...
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All the insecurities with a specific gravity equal to or less that that of doubt bob to the surface of my thoughts.
Archimedes couldn't measure the human capacity for...
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gingerkiss:
General: sad yet beautifully written.
Goth: lovely and dark
Or just plan Emo.
Just trying to put a little smile on ur face.
I hope you feel better soon
Goth: lovely and dark
Or just plan Emo.
Just trying to put a little smile on ur face.
I hope you feel better soon
I'm petitioning to my girlfriend for us to make this 'our song'
Book of the Month, by Lovage
You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
We'll invent new four letter words...
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Book of the Month, by Lovage
You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
We'll invent new four letter words...
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If loneliness were a precious resource, then I'd be a friggin billionaire...
gingerkiss:
You would have neighbors
rowe:
*hugZ*
Ranting is my emotional band-aide
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Sometimes people hurt us. Sometimes, people say horrible things to us. Sometimes people say horrible things about us.
People occasionally hurt us with a pure mechanical intention of malice.
If one could project oneself into the body of their attacker. One would see that, in their eyes, everything is out of focus. In their head, everything is very cluttered,...
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Sometimes people hurt us. Sometimes, people say horrible things to us. Sometimes people say horrible things about us.
People occasionally hurt us with a pure mechanical intention of malice.
If one could project oneself into the body of their attacker. One would see that, in their eyes, everything is out of focus. In their head, everything is very cluttered,...
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cinnamongurl:
I have actually screamed that at someone before. Not in those exact words. I believe I said " IT'S OK TO FEEL" and "IT'S OKAY TO SHOW YOUR FEELINGS". People are always too afraid what others will think of them, that they can't even express their own feelings, expressions, to cry or to laugh loudly. 
cinnamongurl:
And hey you are in L.A. Hello neighbor 
I absolutely refuse to acknowledge that I'm in denial
4.6 billion years of cooling, and the earth is still almost entirely molten iron.
Cool to the touch for only a couple miles of soil and rock. Proportionately, it's as thin as the skin of an apple.
Six point six sextillion tons of planet Earth.... That's 6,600,000,000,000,000,000,000 tons of liquid rock...
How can the Earth have...
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4.6 billion years of cooling, and the earth is still almost entirely molten iron.
Cool to the touch for only a couple miles of soil and rock. Proportionately, it's as thin as the skin of an apple.
Six point six sextillion tons of planet Earth.... That's 6,600,000,000,000,000,000,000 tons of liquid rock...
How can the Earth have...
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herby72:
thank you for the reply... (artists group) b-day the 6th of oct... mine is the 4th of oct..and the same year...strange, yet agian libra's think alike from my experience... thanks for the commit agian...
your blog...good...but are life is but a fraction(.00000004 of a sec.)of the earths...the lifespan of a fly...and we live in so. cal. no seasons so time becomes blured... when i lived in the midwest a tear took so long, here is gone within a minute...
have a good day, hope the sun comes out for at least alittle while...
your blog...good...but are life is but a fraction(.00000004 of a sec.)of the earths...the lifespan of a fly...and we live in so. cal. no seasons so time becomes blured... when i lived in the midwest a tear took so long, here is gone within a minute...
have a good day, hope the sun comes out for at least alittle while...
Okay... I'm on the fence with hair color. Four months with bright black, and I'm thinking of switching back to my traditional blond.
I suppose if I bleach it blond and decide to go to black, it's an easy enough switch. Going from blueblack to blond would require a lot more chemicals...
The truth is, my bangs are damaged and getting shorter and shorter, but...
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I suppose if I bleach it blond and decide to go to black, it's an easy enough switch. Going from blueblack to blond would require a lot more chemicals...
The truth is, my bangs are damaged and getting shorter and shorter, but...
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Scream
Okay. So, I've got this neighbor.
He screams. Periodically... at odd times of the night... just starts screaming.
It's not like a Turret's-Syndrome scream. It's not a boy-girl fight. It's not a frightened scream, or an enthusiastic scream. It's not quite an angry scream, but it does have a flavor of violence to it. It isn't even words at all, just some vocalization.
It's...
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Okay. So, I've got this neighbor.
He screams. Periodically... at odd times of the night... just starts screaming.
It's not like a Turret's-Syndrome scream. It's not a boy-girl fight. It's not a frightened scream, or an enthusiastic scream. It's not quite an angry scream, but it does have a flavor of violence to it. It isn't even words at all, just some vocalization.
It's...
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ttoomuch:
Happy new year mate
I can never get these to work on the SG blog. Allow me to redirect you to my livejournal
http://igordog.livejournal.com/
http://igordog.livejournal.com/
The 500-Ton Paint Brush:
They just sit there next to my bathroom sink. They've been there for over a week, since I last cleaned them off. It might be less than a week, in reflection, but it feels even longer than that.
Another commission awaits, but that 500-ton brush is so hard to pick up.
Life as an artist is such a dream-come-true, it's hard...
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They just sit there next to my bathroom sink. They've been there for over a week, since I last cleaned them off. It might be less than a week, in reflection, but it feels even longer than that.
Another commission awaits, but that 500-ton brush is so hard to pick up.
Life as an artist is such a dream-come-true, it's hard...
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